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sometimes you stop talking to someone because you keep telling yourself that if they wanted to talk to you, they would.
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A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.
ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER
its back igaf its not my blog style
YESS FINALLY I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES
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i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
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